Nineteen Eighty Four
[Spoken Intro]
Sides of my life and my personality and shit, you know what I'm saying'?
Reflects, you know, who I am
This is the tale of a man searching for himself within himself
The chameleon changes his exterior to adapt to his environment, constantly trying to blend into the world around him
But at what point does a mere chameleon find his real colors and separate himself from the colors of the past?
And more importantly: What kind of journey will the chameleon face once he has learned who he is and his placе in this world?
Inked with blood and sealed with hardship
Thе following is a representation of that journey
The journey of one twistedly, helplessly through a realm of confusion. Tryin' to find some meaning and sense of understanding
[Verse 1]
July 10, 1984, I was born
Philadelph's where they cut through my umbilical cord
I was put up for adoption and sent through the corps
Mom was only 18, I ain't blamin' her for
I was raised down in [?] and brought up well (Yeah!)
Was put through the public school system, as hell (Yeah!)
Was fucked with for bein' the outcast, the quiet one
And if you're listenin' to this you know just where I'm comin' from
[?] my daddy had a shop out in Bristol(?)
Where you could get assault rifles, missiles and pistols
I started sneakin' bullets into school when I had to
I'd leave a few on top of people's desks in the classroom (Haha!)
I started doin' drugs, gettin' really interested
In Heavy Metal, Hip-Hop, and anything with a rhythm
I started gettin' straight F's on report cards
That's when I started stealin' bikes from the courtyards (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
[Hook]
No matter what you doin'
No matter where you lookin'
No matter what you thinkin' y'all can't see me
No matter what you doin'
No matter where you lookin'
No matter what you thinkin' y'all can't see me
[Verse 2]
Yeah, 1999's when I dropped out of highschool (Fuck that!)
Love for Hip-Hop's the only thing that I knew (What!)
Sat at home and stayed up all night
And just blotted on techniques and rippin' the mic
Livin' a life for somebody who wanted to prove 'em all wrong
Grippin' the mic cause there cause there was nobody else to call on (Wha!)
I was the nice kid that everybody walked on
Fucked up my head and now I'm happy that y'all gone (Haha!)
And back in the day I used to have to scream for attention (Yeah!)
Now it follows me like suicidal intervention (Yeah!)
Callin' me foolish for pursuin' my music
But it's too late to turn back now, I'll never lose it (Fuck that!)
And as I look back to 1989
Watchin' movies that eventually influenced my young mind (Yeah!)
Made me into somethin' that was truly one of a kind
So when I hit the top, y'all ain't gettin' a fuckin' dime!
[Hook]
No matter what you doin'
No matter where you lookin'
No matter what you thinkin' y'all can't see me
No matter what you doin'
No matter where you lookin'
No matter what you thinkin' y'all can't see me (Yeah, it's like)
[Bridge/Verse 3]
Life's such a double-edged sword sometimes
It can be so beautiful and so divine
It can be so musical with flows and rhymes
And at the same time drain you of all your pride
And leave you stuck, fucked up in the head
You need a trashcan?
Eatin' rotten apple slices, lookin' for a fast plan
To get you out of all the problems that have manifested
Damaged every second in your system since an adolescent
So now I look up at the sky, I wonder: (Yeah!)
How the fuck did I end up in such a rubble?
I'm just a drunk bum lookin' for an easy way out
Waitin' for the rainfall like a seasonal drought
Yo, I know that nobody relate to what the fuck I'm sayin' (Yeah!)
I think I'm just killin' time for my blood sprayin' (Yeah!)
I think I've finally gone crazy for real
Because it's finally to the point where I can't keep my thoughts concealed
[Hook]
No matter what you doin'
No matter where you lookin'
No matter what you thinkin' y'all can't see me
No matter what you doin'
No matter where you lookin'
No matter what you thinkin' y'all can't see me
[Outro]
Every song, every word on it is true, you know what I'm sayin'?
Just hundred percent real shit
How did you learn to do that?